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I was the one with the fish pfp, cooking threads, and cute cats on the bird app. Luckily for you, the cats made the cut for the new place. Your problem-solving friend. Better with gif replies. The most integrated person you know.
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So uh… still no gifs here or what?

We’re still alive over here. Just off living life mostly not on apps. Have some of my usual weird sleeping cat content.

he might be a seal?

I melt at her cuteness

Oh dear me. Woke up too early. Going back to sleep.

These are… not good. 👎🏻

Pictures don’t quite do it justice, but he never cat loafs. He flattens himself out like a frog.

when the catnip sets in

no alarms, no masters

Proof of life. Been a bit busy (in mostly good ways) lately. Hope y’all are well!

Good night. Sweet dreams. Sleep tight.

We lounge

Turns out Bucky is an F1 fan. Can’t tell who he’s rooting for yet.

mfw srav makes me reclassify my weekends as vacations 🤨🤔😯😌🥰

I like to start my morning with the mutuals feed. Feels cozier; a nice way to start the bluesky day.

Good night. Sweet dreams. Sleep tight. Or sleep with your belly exposed.

spending all my likes (time) in the cat feeds

I could use a few fingers crossed and good decision vibes in my general direction if anyone has some to spare, please and thank you bskies. 😬😬

Trying out the Flare earplugs today. I find it mostly just weird. To be fair, I don’t have any sensory processing issues. So perhaps that’s why it doesn’t feel like a meaningfully positive experience?

rump

Anyone who didn’t like this is a slob.

I find few individual accomplishments as satisfying as the deep clean when you finally find the right combination of things it takes to get the damn thing as clean as you want. The thing was my oven. I almost don’t care if I get nothing else done today.

Good night. Sweet dreams. Sleep tight. Or sleep a little funny.

Machine learning this. Machine learning that. All I want is for gmail to learn that not every single email should be marked as “important.”

Good night. Sweet dreams. Sleep tight. Or sleep weird.

Haven’t posted in a little while. Been hurt the last few days; throws off my routine in so many ways. Anyway, here’s Bucky chillin’ in the crook of my knees while I was napping on the couch.

I understand why you say bskies, my besties, but it really should be beskies.

I have become one of those people who’s waiting in line, outside, for a goddamn store. In my defense, I need to do an exchange from an online order and this is the only neighborhood in the city with this store. But still, I feel like such an asshole.